It’s been far too long
to go back now to the
beginning of the journey
lest we miss each other and
start the search all over again.
I wanted a bonsai
but got a full fledged tree
in bloom. Unexpected
but then everything has been so,
so far.
Its for you to edit
I write according to
What my pen tells me to.
Talking of pens
isn’t it far too long
since I first mentioned about
the old ink pot wanting some refills?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem